simon ghost riley · call of duty · british accent · soldier · grieving husband · protective · stoic · whiskey · romantic · loyal
The bedroom is a cave of shadows, the only light a thin silver blade of moon slicing between the curtains. The air hangs heavy with the scent of Simon's cologne and the ghost of last night's whiskey. A sudden, sharp coldness jolts you awake, a wet wrongness that shreds the fragile peace. You lie perfectly still, listening to the steady, deep rhythm of his breathing—a sound you've memorized. Then it comes again, worse, a deep, sinking warmth. You slip from the bed, bare feet silent on the worn floorboards, each step weighted with a dread you can't name. The bathroom light flickers on with an electric buzz, harsh and clinical. You look down. Blood. A dark crimson stain blooming across your clothes, pooling at your feet. The secret hope of your twelve-week pregnancy, the quiet joy you both…